There was a stage in my life where i understand - i was confused, perturbed and say "undignified". I use this word as now i do not see any other way of living life.
Comparison was the norm. Chaos and noise in the brain box about what i am doing, how am i in front of my best friends, how is that i am not like my room mate, how's & why's occupied much of my daily hours. It indeed was a miserable life to live. Imagine every single moment u carry on with a parameter which is determined by the world. U would never be in peace for u can't be like all of them.
But i guess dawn was on its way and one night, i told myself "nah, i ain't going this way" and eureka it stopped - the chaos. At this moment, i do have to admit that its gone but does bring back its demoniacal head at intervals but i guess its easy to chop it now.
I realize being "Unique" is the nature's way of telling we exist because of that Uniqueness. Every single individual whether it be me or the man with no extremities who lives with dignity, women who is raped and nullified of her sanity gets up to create an organisation to take care of others, people like Stephen Hawkins, innumerable souls working in rural India trying to create health awareness without any facilities, a man in tamilnadu who serves food from all the hotels left overs rather than throwing, my cook "pandu" in hostel who served us day & night staying away from his wife / children with an attitude that was as reflective as written in Bhagawad Gita... we can count on ..it will never end.
What is it that these humble beings bring to us, they bring us "HOPE"...an amazing life sustaining potion. They bring us the joy of thinking that not everything is over yet. I believe they are the life movers. They are what life represents itself in its best form.
They bring ashore the fact that life is beautiful as the way they are "Unique". It is this uniqueness of every individual that makes life an amazing garden of variety. What would be a garden if it has only one flower ?
So, i am awake with this humbling yet powerful notion that its not them but its me "only me" who can give life its own blood to survive. Don't know whether this is what was referred to by many a masters who came along. I do get an inkling of that and hope to see more light at the end of the tunnel in this journey.
Comparison was the norm. Chaos and noise in the brain box about what i am doing, how am i in front of my best friends, how is that i am not like my room mate, how's & why's occupied much of my daily hours. It indeed was a miserable life to live. Imagine every single moment u carry on with a parameter which is determined by the world. U would never be in peace for u can't be like all of them.
But i guess dawn was on its way and one night, i told myself "nah, i ain't going this way" and eureka it stopped - the chaos. At this moment, i do have to admit that its gone but does bring back its demoniacal head at intervals but i guess its easy to chop it now.
I realize being "Unique" is the nature's way of telling we exist because of that Uniqueness. Every single individual whether it be me or the man with no extremities who lives with dignity, women who is raped and nullified of her sanity gets up to create an organisation to take care of others, people like Stephen Hawkins, innumerable souls working in rural India trying to create health awareness without any facilities, a man in tamilnadu who serves food from all the hotels left overs rather than throwing, my cook "pandu" in hostel who served us day & night staying away from his wife / children with an attitude that was as reflective as written in Bhagawad Gita... we can count on ..it will never end.
What is it that these humble beings bring to us, they bring us "HOPE"...an amazing life sustaining potion. They bring us the joy of thinking that not everything is over yet. I believe they are the life movers. They are what life represents itself in its best form.
They bring ashore the fact that life is beautiful as the way they are "Unique". It is this uniqueness of every individual that makes life an amazing garden of variety. What would be a garden if it has only one flower ?
So, i am awake with this humbling yet powerful notion that its not them but its me "only me" who can give life its own blood to survive. Don't know whether this is what was referred to by many a masters who came along. I do get an inkling of that and hope to see more light at the end of the tunnel in this journey.
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